Authors note: This is my first tentative step into the world of fanfiction. Having been an avid reader for years I felt it was time to contribute. Let me know what you think!
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He sits pensively staring at the fire, looking but not seeing. A year, three hundred and sixty five days, of existing without her. Lily. His Lily taken from him, gone from the world because of him, because of his arrogance and foolishness. This existence without her remains unbearable, time offering no reprieve no relief. Death would have been kinder, had he deserved kindness.
She is slipping from him. Every day it is harder to remember her, remember her smile or her frown, the sound of her voice, her laugh. He is losing her more and more with each hour that ticks by. He fears she will one day be reduced to flashes of the person she once was, a flash of scarlet hair, a deep belly laugh and sparkling eyes. He has no pictures of her, nothing to remind him of her image, of her brilliance.
He thinks of her son, living with her vile sister. She would have never wanted him there; Petunia will not treat him well. Lily would want him to protect her son, to save him from harm. She would have expected that of him before. And he would have. For Lily he would have done anything. But he is too broken and bitter now to care for any pain suffered by Potter's spawn (He cannot bear to think of the child as Lily's)
He sits eyes unfocused, as the world slips by him. He sits and grasps at the memories rising like steam and leaving him, taking her with them. He is unworthy of her; he killed her as surely as if he had fired the curse himself. His penance is to live each agonizing second in a world that no longer holds her brilliance.